"When the evening fireLies down tame,Take twelve twigsOf ash or rowan,Tied in thread,Yellow or red,And cast them in,Thinking in silenceOf what you wish, whetherLove or wealthOr gentle weather;Watch their flame,Do not look awayUntil it dies,And you shall have your way."

Without pretending I'm a writer, I like to express my feelings in writing, and sometimes in painting. If I manage to pass on my message, and there is at least one person touched or helped by it, I believe I am successful.
Other than that, I am as confused and unsure as anyone else, but life is a marvelous journey, and is the big picture that counts.

Without pretending I'm a writer, I like to express my feelings in writing, and sometimes in painting. If I manage to pass on my message, and there is at least one person touched or helped by it, I believe I am successful.
Other than that, I am as confused and unsure as anyone else, but life is a marvelous journey, and is the big picture that counts.